MILF Superior

Hayley had begun her postulancy with the Sisters Adorers of the Immaculate Heart after her fifth rejection of marriage to a young man in her local congregation. Though she'd felt a tenderness and affection for each of them--and agreed to date them--she could never quite see herself following through entering a marriage with any of them. After the fifth proposal (and subsequent break-up), she had accepted that there was only one marriage she could see herself devoted to: a marriage to God.

Becoming a novitiate felt to Hayley like the beginning of her true life. She had taken the name Agnes, and committed herself even more entirely to the efforts of her cloistered sect.

As Sister Agnes, she completed the horarium with such absolute consistency that even some of the more experienced members of the order (those who had taken their temporary vows, even) were in awe of her. She awoke before the common time of rising and used the extra moments of her waking day to pray to God. She participated in the community prayer with total attention--never tired, or distracted, or otherwise besieged by the common sins of everyday moods. She ate her breakfast with gratitude to the Creator who had made it possible for her. And on and on and on, until night fell, and she slept before waking to do so again.

On the second day of June, the Mother Superior of the Sisters Adorers joined the Heavenly Kingdom of God, and the order was left without her guidance. Among the nuns who were in their order, none had sufficient experience and faith to take on her role after her death, and thus their new Mother Superior was selected by vote of all other local orders.

The new Mother Superior--who had been given the name Cecilia at the time of her novitiate for her beautiful singing voice--joined the order in their community prayer on the fourth day of June. Upon first seeing her, Sister Agnes noticed a pang in her heart that reminded her of the tenderness she'd felt for men when she was known as Hayley, and for the first time in the entirety of her time as a novice, she left the circle of prayer to recover and rest from "sickness" in her room.

The pang in her heart spread when she entered her room. It crept its sinful tendrils down the length of her spine, through her arms, and legs, before settling and concentrating itself in her loins. As she lay on her bed, Sister Agnes felt a wetness forming beneath her, soiling her otherwise immaculate white habit and bedsheets. As she closed her eyes, she did not see the face of Jesus, or the Virgin Mary--as she usually did--and instead saw her Mother Superior. Sister Agnes opened her eyes and forced herself to visualize the suffering of Christ. After a time, the feeling which had overcome her faded enough that she could walk again. She changed her habit and her sheets, and she resolved to recommit herself to the order through solemn prayer that evening.

Sister Agnes' intention to pray was thwarted, however, by the invitation of the Mother Superior to her office by way of Sister Mary. It was relayed that Cecilia wanted to confirm that the young woman was well, understand what had happened, and assist her in any way she could to continue to recover.

Sister Agnes entered the room with purest intentions on her mind. She truly intended to commit herself to her work and to prove to Mother Superior that she was up to the task. As she entered, Cecilia turned from the window she had been looking out of, and sat behind her desk.

"Take a seat, dear novice," she said. She motioned to the chair across the desk.

The pang had already begun to return, but Sister Agnes resisted it and took the seat as was asked of her. She nodded her head in thanks and waited for further guidance.

"You gave us all quite a scare this morning," Cecilia continued. "I was told that you were among the most devoted of the order, and to see you so afflicted made me worry for the future of our Sisters. To lose you alongside their last Mother Superior would surely shake some of them out of their devotion..."

"I'm so sorry for the trouble," Sister Agnes said, holding back tears. And she was sorry--but for something far more sinister than a bit of social upset.

Hayley noticed the way that Cecilia's red scapular hung across her breasts the moment she turned from the window. She'd watched those breasts--so tantalizingly enhanced by the fabric laying across them when she stood--present themselves with even more obscene appeal as she sat at the desk.

Her Mother Superior was an older woman, of course--likely one who had been devoted to God long before Hayley had been born. Her face was severe and her wrinkles concentrated at the edges of her eyes and corners of her mouth, revealing that she'd spent her life in great attention and joyous celebration of God. She held herself with authority, though in truth she was no taller than Hayley.

Sister Agnes shook her head, dropped it, and slapped her cheek trying to restore herself to her devotion. But Hayley was stronger than any small act of contrition, particularly when she was in the presence of Cecilia's tits.

"Sister Agnes!" Mother Superior shouted as she grabbed the young woman's hand. "What has gotten ahold of you?"

At this, Hayley snapped her head up and stared directly into Cecilia's eyes.

Cecilia knew at once what she was seeing within the young woman. She had seen this expression regularly her entire life before joining her order--it was a supremely sinfulgazeand it had only been something she had seen men drag across her until now. The Mother Superior was cast back in her mind--into her younger years of nearly ruinous sin--and torn between a deep desire to save the girl from herself and indulge in a feeling she had run from her entire time in the convent, but sacrificing her solemn vows in the process.

All saints were sinners once, even if the Church would have them believe otherwise, and Cecilia was far from sainted, anyway. She had first known thegazewhen she began her career as a typist, and had watched her boss run his eyes across her as she completed his various memoranda at the end of the workday. He had borne the look of sinful possession she'd come to know all too well from many others, and she had found there was only one solution to this affliction: purging it with absolute ecstasy.

The Mother Superior looked at this young girl--who looked at her with the same possessed intent and male aura--and knew that she had been called to do her healing work once again. Even if it meant using her body in a manner that betrayed her vows. Even if it would prevent her from entering the Kingdom of Heaven.

"Perhaps,"she thought,"God has created my irresistible bosom for this very purpose. After all, His was a logic that no mortal could truly know."

Cecilia took Sister Agnes' hand and placed it against her right breast. The effect was immediate and electric. The Mother Superior felt her nipples harden and her breath catch. The woman's grip on her breast tightened and she lifted herself across the desk to grab her other breast and buried her face in Cecilia's chest.

"Who are you, really?" The Mother Superior asked after a moment, between breathless, forceful kisses as the young woman wrapped herself around her. She had dragged herself across the desk and now sat on the Mother Superior's lap--grinding against her leg with frantic need beneath her habit.

The young woman whispered into her ear as she teased her nipple through her scapular. "Call me Hayley, Mother."

"Hayley..." Cecilia repeated, "are you going to make your Mother sing?"

"No, Mother." The younger woman smiled. "I'm going to make youscream."

Hayley lifted herself off of Cecilia and stood behind the chair.

"Get up," she demanded.

Cecilia obliged, and Hayley pushed the chair out of their way. She lifted the older woman's habit and scapular off of her, revealing her body in its raw, natural form.

Thegazelingered across every inch of Cecilia through Hayley's eyes. It enjoyed the soft wrinkles across her stomach, the tender wisps of hair decorating her pussy that had softened and lightly begun to grey as she'd aged, and--of course--the way her tits hung. They were even larger than Hayley had imagined, obscured in their enormity by the shapeless garment she'd been required to wear.

Hayley's desire--which she had nevertrulyfelt before witnessing Cecilia's body--overcame any of her remaining faculties. She didn't even see Cecilia anymore, not really, but instead saw instruments she could use to excite her into ecstasy. She intended to play each of them until Cecilia let out a screaming symphony.

She began by pushing her Mother Superior into a seated position on the desk, and knelt to worship at the altar of her now open and wet pussy. Hayley ran her tongue across the woman with sloppy abandon--sometimes allowing her tongue to slide inside of her and taste the effect she was having. Cecilia had begun to moan, but she was far from excited in the way Hayley wanted her to be. She wanted to break her will--to make her devoted to Hayley's touch in ways she'dneverbeen devoted to God.

"Please, Hayley," Mother moaned. "I can release you from this! Let me take care of you! Let me cleanse you of this. I know what to do."

Hayley pushed the woman back harder on the desk, lifting herself up, and using both of her hands to keep the woman's arms in place above her head. She pressed herself against her open legs and let the feeling of her wetness begin to permeate her habit.

"Not until you scream, bitch." She kissed the older woman hard as she said it, and pressed herself against her tits. "You're the one who really needs release, Mother."

Hayley pulled away entirely and simply looked at the woman who'd once been her pious and stately Mother Superior. She ran her eyes down the entirety of Cecilia's body again, enjoying the tiny thread of wetness that had begun to trail down her open legs."She was glorious,"Hayley thought."A perfect specimen of womanhood."

Hayley retrieved the chair she'd cast off across the room and placed it near the window. "Sit," she commanded the older woman.

Cecilia again obliged. Committed to her mission of cleansing this demon from her tender novice. Uncertain--but shamelessly excited--by what method she would do so.

Hayley removed her habit as well, and Cecilia now cast her own gaze across her young body. She lingered on her pronounced collar bones, and her small, perky tits. She delighted in the thick, luscious hair that covered her pussy and even trailed a bit down her legs.

Hayley wrapped herself around her Mother Superior and began to tease her clit. Cecilia matched her, and trembled as her fingers ran across the young woman's slit.

Hayley smiled and moaned, and placed her mouth wide against the older woman's right breast. She began to suck--slowly at first, and increasing her intensity--and through some dark miracle, her Mother Superior began to release a delicious, sweet milk.

Hayley delighted in drinking it down, and hearing Cecilia begin to moan and writhe more loudly and intensely with each drop that was taken from her tit. She sucked until the tit was dry, and then turned her attention to the other one. Cecilia was completely under her power. Useless for anything other than a steady stream of increasingly loud, guttural moans. As she neared the end of the left breast's supply of milk, Hayley heard the beginnings of what she'd most desired--a scream.

She slowed her suckling, and began to tease the remaining supply out of the nipple slowly. She slipped a finger, then two, then three, inside her Mother Superior's sopping cunt, and began to fuck her.

As Hayley increased the pace of her fingering, she increased the supply of milk in her mouth, too. And as she wrung the woman out of her last drops, she heard her Mother Superior scream.

"Hayley! Hayley! Haaaayley!" She let out.

In the instant after she heard Cecilia's voice--broken and animal from the way she'd been fucked--Hayley returned to herself as Sister Agnes and pulled away in shame. She looked at the older woman in the throes of her sinful ecstasy and began to weep.

"Oh, God," she cried. "What have I done, Mother?!"

Cecilia writhed and touched her clit desperately--wringing out all she could of her orgasm. At last, she settled in the chair. Spent. Deliciously delirious.

"Oh, my sweet novice. Shhh," she soothed. "All you've done is honor my body. It wasdesignedfor this."

Sister Agnes looked at her with doubt.

Cecilia chuckled. "No, my dear. It's true. I wouldn't lie to you, would I?"

Sister Agnes shook her head. Of course, a Mother Superior would never lie to her Sisters.

She held the young woman against her naked body and ran her soft, wrinkled fingers through her hair.

"I heard the voice of God tell me what we must do now, little novice," she whispered.

"What did God say to you?" She asked, clearly excited.

The woman smiled and looked at her devoted Sister in her eager brown eyes.

"We must do it again," she said. "Every day."